a cerulean scroll
underlines memories,
as the sun's rays sharply draw
over indigo Nimbo-
even before I began poetry,
on a white sky,
my mamma and I drafted
an original magenta,
with reds, blues, yellows, green
pencil tips blowing in
I signed my name in a folder,
cursively and I was six
when daylight peels,
solar blinds of golden twilight are off
and I see puffy lines
of each dim cloud
even if mirrored as a dulled shirt,
deficient of significance
Author notes
I always have loved at the end of a dark, thundering day, the sun finally shines over all of that, like a comforting marker. Inside, I got reminded of when we'd test that on paper. Hope you like it as much as I edited haha.
In a list
A contest entry
- Look Out Your Window by BellaD.
875 points, ended July 30, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what did you feel I expressed?
Comments
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I felt you expressed keeping your art & signing your name to it & feeling proud of yourself, no matter that it's rolled up into a box to be saved and maybe not on display.
how coloring on paper with crayons, is the same as you now coloring on paper with words.
you are so inspiring, keep writing
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I really like it. In the lines, on the first look so simple, I found the words of young but already a very mature poet. Hope to see more nice trophies on your site.
~Sonja~
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I'm back to say Thanks for your precise summary
That's also why I like to read pertaining poetry numorous times myself to let the author compare for my comment if I dug in the mine enough, especially if it's by another kid hehe [no, just kidding.]
Daisy
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Very unique style and phrasing. I like the vivid visual imagery in this poem. I almost felt like I was watching someone create a brightly colored finger painting. Thank you so much for your entry.
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